A monster at 6 o' clock Ode to Astaroth
He walks alone a friendless beast of death journeying towards the sword as a servant of the god of War. His mind thinks not of sympathy not of love only a burning rage a hate for those who made him. His own hands stained with the souls of others some who wanted to destroy the blade most ventured to obtain it. But now he sits on a marble bench in the crisp morning rain thinking of goals not his own. In this confusion came a blessing a daisy of pearl white petals in the outstretched hand of a blonde girl with the straw hat. She couldn't possibly have known he was a tool of the gods a demon in his own wake. she showed him compassion and all he could do was stare, a monster at 6 o' clock.
Yes this is after the special picture of Astaroth on the bench and the girl with the flower in the original Soul Calibur. It was such a great scene that I just had to make a poem out of it!
CamperCarl00 · Thu Feb 15, 2007 @ 01:56am · 0 Comments |